Berkley Center

A short visit home for Easter has left me feeling uneasy. Upon my arrival at the airport early last Tuesday morning, I along with the rest of the world received horrible news: Brussels had experienced an act of terror. When I landed, friends and…

When I first heard a Hungarian spit out the word “gypsy,” I almost started to laugh. Almost. It’s one of those words—not unlike “Negro”—that would seem comically antiquated if it wasn’t freighted with old-fashioned prejudice. In the United States…

For a city so steeped in artistic expression and built upon layers of a dignified history that manifests in the monuments that dot the streets, it seems bizarre to portray Paris as a blank canvas. Before starting my study abroad here, I had sculpted…